HP the Gryffindor Heir and the Labyrinth
By Rina Bollyqueen 420 **************************************************************************** *** A/N Another long day at work for me. *sigh*. Just wanna say thank goodness the girl on holiday will be back on Monday. I'll miss the money but not the sore feet. Onwards we go. **************************************************************************** *********************
Talk About Voldemort and Weird DADA Teachers
By his watch, it had been three hours since Ginny had been in the Labyrinth. He wished that she had her apparating license so that she could get him out of here quicker. Not that he didn't find the people in the castle nice and interesting, it was just the fact that without him the Wizard World was 'doomed'. He hated that fact. He hated the fact that thousands of Wizards counted on him being in the final and defeating the 'Darkest Wizard of All Time'. Harry felt that he had already let too many people down. There was Cedric Diggory, whom Voldemort had called 'the spare', his own Godfather Sirius Black, last but definitely never the least was his parents. His parents wouldn't have died if it weren't for him. His parents had given their life up for his without a second thought.
Strangely, Harry didn't fear Voldemort. However, in Harry Potter's opinion, Voldemort relied too much on the loyalty of his supporters. He believed that all off his Deatheaters were loyal to him. Not true. Harry knew for a fact that his evil potions master was on the light side. Blaize Zabini and his sister, Alisha, had become spies for the light side after Voldemort killed their parents because their mother had been caught by Auror's. He could name a few others as well, but if he even thought of them as spies, it would be dangerous. Only the members of The Order of Phoenix, knew their identities. He had found out at the end of his sixth year who they were. Not even Hermione and Ron knew who they were.
"Hello Harry," came a deep voice with a strong English accent. Harry immediately knew who it was. It was Jareth. He didn't even blink to acknowledge his presence.
"It would be wise young Harry that you bow to me, when I arrive. When I am your King I won't be so lenient." Harry stood up to face him.
"Your Majesty, even Voldemort couldn't make me bow to him. I am not really in the mood for you to gloat Sir," he said. Jareth raised an eyebrow.
"What makes you think that I've come to gloat" he asked.
"I've seen the movie." Jareth laugh.
"You believe that rubbish? It's got the basics down, but I'm afraid they exaggerated my character just a little." Harry stared at him. "I only came to tell you that the girl is making good progress. But not for long," he smirked. "I've put cleaners into the Labyrinth. They'll get her soon." Harry glared at him.
"You don't understand, do you?" asked Harry. "You don't have a clue what's going on in the Wizarding World this very second, do you?" As usual, the Goblin King's face, remained void of any emotion. "Muggle-born witches and wizards are being targeted one by one, by Voldemort and killed. There is a war going on in the above world and I am needed!" Jareth sneered at him.
"And why would the want a small boy, such as yourself to fight this 'Dark Lord' I've heard so much about?" Harry grinned.
"Because I'm in a prophecy that says 'The-Boy-Who Lived, shall defeat the last Heir of Slytherin'." Jareth scoffed.
"Well there are so many boys who are living," stated Jareth as he slumped into a chair beside Harry. "What's so special about you?"
"Well, who ever is on Voldemorts' hit list, they end up dead. I'm the only one that's ever survived. I was only one year old when he killed my parents and tried to kill me. Dumbledore said that it was my mothers sacrifice and love that saved me. But I'm famous for something I don't even remember. I've been even more famous, since I began Hogwarts because I've faced him no less than five times and survived!"
"Okay, let me get this straight," said Jareth as he sat up straighter. "You survived a killing curse at the age of one. You've faced this man,"
"Thing," interrupted Harry. "He's not a man, he's an evil, thing. Men don't kill people for power and pleasure."
"Right," nodded Jareth. "Ok, so you've also survived this, um, thing a further five times and survived, and you're the only one that has ever accomplished this?" Harry nodded.
"I knew there was something special about you when I brought you here boy. You have tremendous power for a Wizard."
"Thanks."
"It wasn't meant to be a complement boy, just stating the facts." Harry nodded.
"So, you've faced Voldemort once a year, at least, since you began Hogwarts?"
"Yes." Jareth frowned. "It's not like Dumbledore to lapse security at Hogwarts."
"He doesn't. But you should see his tastes in DADA teachers," smirked Harry.
"Why's that then?" inquired Jareth.
"OK, Quirril in my first year, was possessed by Voldemort. Nobody suspected he was trying to steal the stone. Hermione, Ron and I, suspected Snape." Jareth smirked.
"Ah, I take it Snivels became a professor?" he said.
"Yes. How do you know him?" asked Harry.
"My daughters and their friends would call him that." Harry smiled.
"Well, then, their was Lockhart in our second year. He was an arrogant git, who didn't have a clue about defense against the dark arts. He just stole other people's real heroisms and used a memory spell so that they wouldn't remember them. Then he wrote books claiming that he had done them all." Jareth shook his head, a look of disgust on his face. "Tried to use one on Ron and me when we were about to save Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets. Good thing Ron's wand was dodgy, otherwise Voldemort would have been around a lot sooner. Stupid sod," Harry muttered.
"The Chamber of Secrets? Didn't they catch that half-giant Hagrid for opening it in 1952?"
"Yes but he was innocent. It was Voldemort that opened the chamber. His name used to be Tom Marvolo Riddle back then," mused Harry. "The bastard preserved his memory in a diary. Some guy slipped the diary into Ginny's cauldron, in Diagon Alley."
"Oh dear," said Jareth. "Good thing you were there to save the day then."
"I only saved my best friends sister. It was sheer dumb luck that I survived. Again."
"What about your third teacher?"
"Well there was nothing wrong with him, except the fact that he was a were- wolf. He was actually one of the best teachers I had. If it had not been for Snape, blurting it out to the entire school one breakfast, he would have still been there."
"I see."
"Fourth year was the weirdest. I take it that since you know Dumbledore, you'd know Mad-Eye Moody?" Jareth laughed.
"Dumbledore kept him as a teacher?"
"Who he thought was Moody," said Harry. "It was an imposter who kept drinking Polyjuice Potion. He kept the real Moody locked up in a trunk. Although the imposter was a good teacher, he was a supporter of Voldemort. I was in a tournament. The imposter had bewitched the TriWizard Cup into a portkey to Voldemorts hide-out. He took most of the obstacles out of my way so that I would get to the cup/portkey first."
"I see. Was this all some scheme of the thing that's after you." Harry nodded.
"Yup. And me being the noble Gryffindor that I am, suggested to Cedric that we both get the cup, since it would still be a Hogwarts victory. Biggest mistake of my life," sighed Harry. "Once we reached where-ever it was we were, Voldemort ordered Pettigrew to 'kill the spare'."
"Pettigrew? Peter Pettigrew?"
"Yeah, he was the traitor that gave away my parents to Voldemort." Jareth frowned.
"I never would have thought .."
"Everyone thought he was dead for twelve years. You know where he was?"
"I have no idea,"
"He was living as Ron's pet rat!"
"Beg your pardon?"
"His animagus form was a rat! Suits the prick very well if I do say so myself."
"Yes it does suit him," Jareth agreed. "Suits him very well."
By Rina Bollyqueen 420 **************************************************************************** *** A/N Another long day at work for me. *sigh*. Just wanna say thank goodness the girl on holiday will be back on Monday. I'll miss the money but not the sore feet. Onwards we go. **************************************************************************** *********************
Talk About Voldemort and Weird DADA Teachers
By his watch, it had been three hours since Ginny had been in the Labyrinth. He wished that she had her apparating license so that she could get him out of here quicker. Not that he didn't find the people in the castle nice and interesting, it was just the fact that without him the Wizard World was 'doomed'. He hated that fact. He hated the fact that thousands of Wizards counted on him being in the final and defeating the 'Darkest Wizard of All Time'. Harry felt that he had already let too many people down. There was Cedric Diggory, whom Voldemort had called 'the spare', his own Godfather Sirius Black, last but definitely never the least was his parents. His parents wouldn't have died if it weren't for him. His parents had given their life up for his without a second thought.
Strangely, Harry didn't fear Voldemort. However, in Harry Potter's opinion, Voldemort relied too much on the loyalty of his supporters. He believed that all off his Deatheaters were loyal to him. Not true. Harry knew for a fact that his evil potions master was on the light side. Blaize Zabini and his sister, Alisha, had become spies for the light side after Voldemort killed their parents because their mother had been caught by Auror's. He could name a few others as well, but if he even thought of them as spies, it would be dangerous. Only the members of The Order of Phoenix, knew their identities. He had found out at the end of his sixth year who they were. Not even Hermione and Ron knew who they were.
"Hello Harry," came a deep voice with a strong English accent. Harry immediately knew who it was. It was Jareth. He didn't even blink to acknowledge his presence.
"It would be wise young Harry that you bow to me, when I arrive. When I am your King I won't be so lenient." Harry stood up to face him.
"Your Majesty, even Voldemort couldn't make me bow to him. I am not really in the mood for you to gloat Sir," he said. Jareth raised an eyebrow.
"What makes you think that I've come to gloat" he asked.
"I've seen the movie." Jareth laugh.
"You believe that rubbish? It's got the basics down, but I'm afraid they exaggerated my character just a little." Harry stared at him. "I only came to tell you that the girl is making good progress. But not for long," he smirked. "I've put cleaners into the Labyrinth. They'll get her soon." Harry glared at him.
"You don't understand, do you?" asked Harry. "You don't have a clue what's going on in the Wizarding World this very second, do you?" As usual, the Goblin King's face, remained void of any emotion. "Muggle-born witches and wizards are being targeted one by one, by Voldemort and killed. There is a war going on in the above world and I am needed!" Jareth sneered at him.
"And why would the want a small boy, such as yourself to fight this 'Dark Lord' I've heard so much about?" Harry grinned.
"Because I'm in a prophecy that says 'The-Boy-Who Lived, shall defeat the last Heir of Slytherin'." Jareth scoffed.
"Well there are so many boys who are living," stated Jareth as he slumped into a chair beside Harry. "What's so special about you?"
"Well, who ever is on Voldemorts' hit list, they end up dead. I'm the only one that's ever survived. I was only one year old when he killed my parents and tried to kill me. Dumbledore said that it was my mothers sacrifice and love that saved me. But I'm famous for something I don't even remember. I've been even more famous, since I began Hogwarts because I've faced him no less than five times and survived!"
"Okay, let me get this straight," said Jareth as he sat up straighter. "You survived a killing curse at the age of one. You've faced this man,"
"Thing," interrupted Harry. "He's not a man, he's an evil, thing. Men don't kill people for power and pleasure."
"Right," nodded Jareth. "Ok, so you've also survived this, um, thing a further five times and survived, and you're the only one that has ever accomplished this?" Harry nodded.
"I knew there was something special about you when I brought you here boy. You have tremendous power for a Wizard."
"Thanks."
"It wasn't meant to be a complement boy, just stating the facts." Harry nodded.
"So, you've faced Voldemort once a year, at least, since you began Hogwarts?"
"Yes." Jareth frowned. "It's not like Dumbledore to lapse security at Hogwarts."
"He doesn't. But you should see his tastes in DADA teachers," smirked Harry.
"Why's that then?" inquired Jareth.
"OK, Quirril in my first year, was possessed by Voldemort. Nobody suspected he was trying to steal the stone. Hermione, Ron and I, suspected Snape." Jareth smirked.
"Ah, I take it Snivels became a professor?" he said.
"Yes. How do you know him?" asked Harry.
"My daughters and their friends would call him that." Harry smiled.
"Well, then, their was Lockhart in our second year. He was an arrogant git, who didn't have a clue about defense against the dark arts. He just stole other people's real heroisms and used a memory spell so that they wouldn't remember them. Then he wrote books claiming that he had done them all." Jareth shook his head, a look of disgust on his face. "Tried to use one on Ron and me when we were about to save Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets. Good thing Ron's wand was dodgy, otherwise Voldemort would have been around a lot sooner. Stupid sod," Harry muttered.
"The Chamber of Secrets? Didn't they catch that half-giant Hagrid for opening it in 1952?"
"Yes but he was innocent. It was Voldemort that opened the chamber. His name used to be Tom Marvolo Riddle back then," mused Harry. "The bastard preserved his memory in a diary. Some guy slipped the diary into Ginny's cauldron, in Diagon Alley."
"Oh dear," said Jareth. "Good thing you were there to save the day then."
"I only saved my best friends sister. It was sheer dumb luck that I survived. Again."
"What about your third teacher?"
"Well there was nothing wrong with him, except the fact that he was a were- wolf. He was actually one of the best teachers I had. If it had not been for Snape, blurting it out to the entire school one breakfast, he would have still been there."
"I see."
"Fourth year was the weirdest. I take it that since you know Dumbledore, you'd know Mad-Eye Moody?" Jareth laughed.
"Dumbledore kept him as a teacher?"
"Who he thought was Moody," said Harry. "It was an imposter who kept drinking Polyjuice Potion. He kept the real Moody locked up in a trunk. Although the imposter was a good teacher, he was a supporter of Voldemort. I was in a tournament. The imposter had bewitched the TriWizard Cup into a portkey to Voldemorts hide-out. He took most of the obstacles out of my way so that I would get to the cup/portkey first."
"I see. Was this all some scheme of the thing that's after you." Harry nodded.
"Yup. And me being the noble Gryffindor that I am, suggested to Cedric that we both get the cup, since it would still be a Hogwarts victory. Biggest mistake of my life," sighed Harry. "Once we reached where-ever it was we were, Voldemort ordered Pettigrew to 'kill the spare'."
"Pettigrew? Peter Pettigrew?"
"Yeah, he was the traitor that gave away my parents to Voldemort." Jareth frowned.
"I never would have thought .."
"Everyone thought he was dead for twelve years. You know where he was?"
"I have no idea,"
"He was living as Ron's pet rat!"
"Beg your pardon?"
"His animagus form was a rat! Suits the prick very well if I do say so myself."
"Yes it does suit him," Jareth agreed. "Suits him very well."